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For true love is inexhaustible; the more you give, the more you have. And if you go to draw at the true fountainhead,
the more water you draw, the more abundant is its flow.”
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Anemone blanda taken in my garden. These hardy little flowers put up with whatever the weather throws at them but they will only open in the sun.
Leley Noronha © All rights reserved.
De passagem pra desejar a voces um abraco.
To saindo d e folga por alguns dias.
Minas me espera. Abracos a todos....
Off on a short vacation. Wishing you all peace.
A perfect weekend...
Back in a few....
Been trying to post this all day.
Internet connection is letting me down. I apologise if I lose the connection again and don't get round to commenting
hope you have all had a good weekend :-)
the setting sun on the hill.../En sann vinter...Åsberget lyser i kvällssolen.../Un invierno real...el sol del atardecer en la colina...
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Mute swans (Cygnus olor), island Zealand (Denmark).
Ле́бедь-шипу́н (Cygnus olor), остров Зеландия (Дания).
Knopsvane (Cygnus olor), øen Sjælland (Danmark).
Double-exposure of my favorite follower "Nick Valentine" created by, Grizz Jack and inspired by "True Detective".
mareagrau.blogspot.it/2017/04/true-friends.html
True friends are like diamonds – bright, beautiful, valuable, and always in style
Nicole Richie
"Through the Veil "
High up in the wilderness of the Wicklow Mountains, the first light of dawn moves along the horizon, on the first day of January, 2017.
Taken from the slopes of Tonelagee Mtn at 600m.
Pat.
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Update 9/1/ 17
You will notice that I havent written my usual stuff with this photo. I think its beyond that for me. You would have to go up there and seen it happening to comprehend what it does to your senses. { Er....I changed my mind...again!!! }
I took this photo at dawn from the side of Tonalgee { " Ass to the wind" } Mountain at 600m. A wild, boggy and isolated place but with its own unique beauty which draws some of us crazy people like a magnet!
I think the shape of the light flaring out from the sun behind the ridge line which was changing by the second, is something to behold. I did wonder, as I looked at it if there was a place between the light and the dark where you could stand and. what would it do to your mind.
Then I realised I was standing, up to my knees in freezing bog water and I could hear the red grouse calling out to one another in the darkness and probably saying " Whose yer man with the camera. Bejaysus wouldnt you imagine he`d get sense and go home! { They were Irish red grouses obviously! Lol! } Anyway, I ended up breaking into a fit of laughter at the thought of it so the moment was gone and I got quickly out of there.
Im very pleased with it as I think its very different but my honest friends on Flickr have ways of letting me know whether they like it like I do! Pat.
UPDATE 1/1 2017
AS it is New Year, I just wanted to remember our two good friends that we lost during 2017. Firstly my good friend, the Birdman, Steve-h from Dublin who took such amazing bird studies in St Stephens Green. A master and a true gentlemen who still inspires me and I keep all his wonderful stories with me always! Heres to you Steve!
And secondly but by no means in that order, our larger than life friend Richard Gregory. A wonderful photographer wth a zany sense of humor who took the P out of me constantly and me out of him. How many people can you actually do that with without causing offence? Very few and only those that you truly like and admire. Gone but not forgotten "and no I dont want to hear your latest Irish joke, Richard!! Oh! ok then, seeing as its yerself but Ill get you later!!! "
If you scroll down the page they are both on it here
and with all of us too!
P@t
wish a creative Sunday !!
a wild wine ice drops .....
a not too cold Sunday.......
You with the sad eyes
Don't be discouraged
Oh I realize
It's hard to take courage
In a world full of people
You can lose sight of it all
And the darkness, inside you
Can make you feel so small
But I see your true colors
Shining through
I see your true colors
And that's why I love you
So don't be afraid to let them show
Your true colors
True colors are beautiful,
Like a rainbow
Waiting with my love to get abducted.... #Madpeaisamazeballs #truelove #besttimeswiththehubbs #luckiestgirlever #comethehellonandabductmealready #seriously #Unia
Maritime Blue liveried 66090 was back on duty in the Taff Bargoed valley today, seen here passing through Bedlinog. 4V01 00:15 Earles Sidings (Hope) to Cwmbargoed.
True Love — Eivør
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Come, Death
She said
Come, easeful future
Death, how I long
For your nurture
Breathe
Breathe in to me
Come, Death, only friend
Nothing is born of this pain
Take this gift upon thyself
House of pain
This body is too small a chamber
Breathe
Breathe in to me
Breathe
Breathe in to me
My true lover is with me
My true lover is with me
My true lover is with me
My true lover is with me
My true lover is with me
Whatever is true is with me
My true lover is with me
My true lover is with me
My true lover is with me
My true lover is with me
“A true queen doesn’t need a king” cit.
Credits: secondlifefreelosophy.blogspot.it/2015/08/true-queen.html
I was stunned at the strong bond these two had. There were about 3 or 4 different photos of these two expressing their love to each other and this is my favorite.
Outhouse lily is a species of daylily native to Asia. It is very widely grown as an ornamental plant in temperate climates for its showy flowers and ease of cultivation. It is not a true lily in the genus Lilium, but gets its name from the superficial similarity of its flowers to Lilium and from the fact that each flower lasts only one day.
„Cant be true” and „Postcard from Callisto” in section Creative (Experimental) photograhy were accepted by the jury organized by Unlimited Photo Association, Podgorica, Montenegro, the 8th International Salon Capodimonte 2026.
The event was held under the patronage of: FIAP 2026/212; GPU L260031; MAPA 2026
The series of 3 photographs entitled "Farewell" (Postcard from Callisto; Samsara; Cant be true) has been qualified for the post-competition exhibition "XLIII Konfrontacje Fotograficzne," organized by the Photographic Society Gorzów Wlkp. in Poland, 2026. After viewing 69 sets containing 265 photos by 40 authors, the jury qualified 39 sets consisting of 133 photos by 33 authors for the exhibition.
“You’re halfway there. Not much to see in town!” The elderly lady evidently wasn’t impressed with our first port, and had given it up as a bad loss already, even though it was still only late morning and we weren’t sailing until half past four. “Oh well, we might as well take a look now that we’ve come this far,” replied the other lady as they passed one another on the huge road bridge over the marina just in front of us. It was only a fifteen minute walk into the town centre. Hardly a trek up the North Face of the Eiger really.
It’s true that Haugesund might not be the most picturesque town we’d be visiting during our time in Norway. We’d done our research, and concluded as much before booking a shore excursion to the enormous Langfossen waterfall, an outing that promised a testing uphill hike towards a viewpoint more than three hundred metres above the Åkrafjord. In truth, neither of us felt entirely committed to the trip though. An extra ten percent discount with a time limit had encouraged me to push the button, but the early start, the ninety minute coach trip either way and the prospect of bonding with some of the other passengers left us with conflicted feelings on the topic. True, the views from the top and, for me at least, the opportunity to photograph the famous waterfall appealed, but couldn’t we come back and do that ourselves another time? Ali declared that she’d much rather spend the first port day pottering about on foot, and said I could go to the waterfall on my own. So I cancelled half of the booking.
Ali said she might walk to the Rising Tides, a topical collection of coastal sculptures that lie out beyond the north of town. I looked at the map. You could pay an arm and a leg to cram yourself onto the road train and spend five minutes there before getting dragged off somewhere else, or you could spend an hour or so walking to it. And just beside the sculptures I noticed the word “fyr.” I’d photographed a few of those in Sweden last autumn. I do like a fyr you know. A further inspection revealed a rather splendid looking structure at the edge of the rocks, mounted on stilts. I could join Ali and photograph the fyr instead. I cancelled the other half of the waterfall excursion. One day we’ll return to the area and visit it on our own, without the company of a coachload of cruisers.
It was raining in Haugesund. Not heavily, but with a soft persistence of the kind where sometime later you suddenly realise you’re soaked to the skin. On went the waterproof trousers beneath the shelter of a multi-storey car park on the side of the quay, By now we’d been at sea for more than sixty hours, the last twenty-four of which had gradually become increasingly bumpy, and as we walked along the the streets of the town, the pavements seemed to roll in waves beneath our feet. It was a strange sensation that I’d only expected to last a minute or two, but it was only when we reached the edge of town and stood upon the grass that the earth fell still again. We were in a park, below the monument to Harald Fairhair, supposedly the first king of Norway, a reminder that this place was once a Viking stronghold.
Beyond the park lay a coastal area of low lying rocky skerries that spread out to sea, a foretaste of what was to come in the following few days as we made our way north towards the Arctic Circle. We could already see Kvalen Fyr in the middle distance. The rain had eased, but not entirely left us, becoming a celestial dripping tap that occasionally sprinkled into action and then stopped entirely before repeating the cycle all over again. Ali appeared to be enjoying her first day in Norway, which came as a relief. Bringing her this far north was always going to be a gamble, especially by sea.
And when we arrived in front of the little lighthouse on its pedestal, we found something unexpected - an added bonus in the form of the large pool hidden in a cleft in the rocks. You might see a lot of photographs of the waterfall we didn’t go to, and one day I intend to add some of my own to the pile, but I’m going to guess that not too many people have set up their tripods here in front of Kvalen Fyr, wiping the drips from the lens as they took their shots. It wouldn’t be the last time we’d find things that others had overlooked in their haste to get back to the ship in time for lunch. There’s always something to see if you’re prepared to make the effort.
It's a blue day in Sydney.
And we're all 'true blue', lol.
Darling Harbour, Sydney.
Photographed from the walkway beside the 'Western Distributor' expressway.
Always watch out for Bondi Express buses that drive perilously close to the pedestrian walkway. Unless, of-course, you want to go to Bondi!!
My Samsung Galaxy S20+ mobile phone camera.
Wide angle lens.
Processed in Adobe Lightroom and PhotoPad Pro by NCH software.
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Using a former Cotton Belt GP40-2 and a former Mo-Pac GP38-2, UP train YFX80R-02 eases down the middle of State Line Rd in the West Bottoms with two pulls from Cargill Nutrena. They'll add these to the rest of their pulls at UP's State Line Yard and eventually drag them all back to UP's Quindaro Yard at the Fairfax District.
This is the only true remaining stretch of street running in Kansas City, and as the road's name implies, it runs right down the state line. This job out of Fairfax comes over here to switch at least twice a week. 5/3/23.
Lilium (members of which are true lilies) is a genus of herbaceous flowering plants growing from bulbs, all with large prominent flowers. The genus has more than a hundred species.
Lilies are a group of flowering plants which are important in culture and literature in much of the world. Most species are native to the temperate northern hemisphere, though their range extends into the northern subtropics. Many other plants have "lily" in their common name but are not related to true lilies.
De lelie (Lilium) is een geslacht van kruidachtige planten, behorend tot de leliefamilie. Het geslacht telt meer dan honderd soorten, waarvan de meeste voorkomen op het Noordelijk Halfrond.
De planten uit het geslacht zijn vooral bekend als tuinplanten. Sommige soorten hebben eetbare bollen, die bijvoorbeeld in China traditioneel als voedsel worden gekweekt.
De soorten uit het geslacht Lilium staan bekend als de ware lelies.
Er zijn ook veel planten met "lelie" in de naam, maar zijn geen lelies.
Deze foto is gemaakt in een van de tuinen van zorgboerderij De Passieflorahoeve bij Harskamp op de Veluwe.
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Last weekend I attended the PSNZ (Photographic Society of New Zealand) wildlife workshop where we went to a colony of gannets at the very picturesque Cape Kidnappers in Hawke's Bay.
It was a really enjoyable day out but going through over a 1000 images is a bit of a mission!
© Mike Mulcahy 2021
Another shot from my light painting evening a week ago. I made a kind of light stock with an led strip light and got this effect from that.